Mother’s and Other’s

Homeworks done and dinners too,
Husband’s its left up to you.
Two hours a week is what we get,
To blast the ball into the net!

Coached by mothers all the same,
Who just love to play the game.
Behind us mothers, you will see
Our ladies gaelic family ❤️

Twice a week we all will be,
Up on the pitch with Mandy.
Michelle and Nicky at her side,
Waiting for us to arrive.

With bags of balls,
Of girly pink,
Gloves and boots, water to drink.

Pinks a colour to fool you all
Watch out when we’ve got that ball.
For ladies you are meant to see
But on the pitch that will not be.
No lady for a mile on end,
A Gladiator will descend ?

All mothers we are standing tall
But sisters when we’ve got the ball.
Each others backs we have you see,
For we are one big family❤️

The game is over,
All will end,
Go back to our house or men.
Mother duties back on track
Until the next time trainings back.

But in that hour that we play
This is all i have to say...
Im a mother and a wife
And i would not change my life.
But having gaelic has made me see,
That other person i can be.
Running through the crisp cold air,
Not a worry, let down my hair.
Making friends and having fun,
Im not only just a mum!
Or a housewife all the same
On the pitch i have a name!!
‘Colleen Robinson’ that’s it there,
Hear it echo , through the air!!
And when its time to go back home,
To sit upon my ‘ Mummy Throne!
I think about that hour i had,
Just being me and it was FAB!!
❤️❤️
By a Mother and Other ❤️
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